Romans & histoires Red Eyed Devil Fish

The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

Terrified. This man is crazy and he finds out my darkest secret too easily. I'm nowhere safe around him. He stops right in-front of me, his tall body hovering over mine. I cringe at the smell of blood and death. A scent he carries with pride. Lifting my gaze to his, I instantly regret as I see the anger swimming in his magical pools of gold and emerald. It was beautiful, dangerous and terrifying as I stared into those eyes. Lost in the soul of a demon.

By the time, the woman looked up at the man she squealed in horror and fear as that man who was human just now has turned into a huge monster. He has two horns on his head and his hands have blades on them and so do his legs. His face was all red with purple-colored scary eyes and same-colored lips, he doesn't have any nose though. I too backed away in horror when I saw the real self of the devil's friend. He looked scarier than the devil and cruel too. With just one swift motion he tore the woman's clothes as they fell down leaving her naked.

Amara's eyes went wide as she stared at the shocking scene in front of her. There was a man who plummeted on the floor with blood all over his mouth and body. His hands were tied to his back depicting his fingers without nails. His body was in red shade showing off the fact that he was burned by hot water being splashed over his body. His skin was scratched in some areas and nobody would have a thought of his skin getting peeled by a peeler. And he was crawling on the floor, trying to call for help but too bad he doesn't even have a tongue as it was detached forcefully without any mercy.

Hair down, loose waves, lips painted blood-red. She was laughing at something the bartender said. She looked… free. I forgot how to breathe. I forgot the redhead’s name. I forgot I was supposed to be somewhere else. I moved before I could stop myself. She turned as I approached, and the smile died on her lips. Her eyes—those fucking green eyes—widened. Then narrowed. Then filled with something that looked like fear and fury and something I didn’t deserve. Hope. “Mikhail,” she said, voice barely above the music.

It is the word that keeps it going. It is sure it had seen someone for a few seconds. A boy perhaps. It keeps its eyes on the window but no one comes to sight anymore. It walks past a house with its light slightly contributing to that of the moon, a brighter image of the figure is visible. It is human. A girl. Definitely in her late teens. Her eyes are red as flames. Amber. Her gaze is faint and fuzzy like she can only see what is exactly in front of her. Her dress is white, assuming the dirt and unknown substances are cleaned off it. ***

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

She unfolded a sack which was squeezed into a pocket at her side, saying to herself, "So what if I don't have a line, I can always use my hands." Moments later, Philip Forland laughed in excitement, "I got seven!" Earl's eyes widened in wonder, gawking down at his own basket of fish while announcing loudly, "Wow! I got nine!" He immediately sent the Duke a mocking smirk. The rest shrugged with nonchalance, "Two…" "Four…" or "Three…" Suddenly, a voice from behind declared with a gasp, "I got twenty three " The six men turned around slowly just to find the sight of a dripping wet Monica holding a bag of fish out to them.

“I said, my eyes aren't pink”. The devil says smiling lightly, it’s a weird smile. His eyes curve closed and his mouth lifts lightly at the edges. It’s a clear imitation of a smile, not an actual smile. Scary bastard. “They're lilac-colored, and I'm not the devil”, he adds. “Lilac looks like pink so it definitely is pink”, the bastard thinks he can confuse me, I'm drunk, not stupid. Heh. —-

Gradually, I regained my composure and was able to continue. "Look at me while I fuck you," he hissed, and although my eyes flickered open, it was difficult for me to keep eye contact owing to the intensity of the pleasure. "Look at me while I fuck you," he muttered again. He slid into me while maintaining his focused attention on mine. As I was being overwhelmed by his enormous length, my eyes rolled back, and I drew closer. While I was trying not to scream, I bit into his shoulder. My hips shot up involuntarily to meet him, and I clenched my teeth, pleading with him to keep going.